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Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
Each week I will feature two poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poems and the poets. One poem is from deviantART itself, and the other is not.
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He is more than a hero - Sappho, translated by Mary Barnard
Suggested by Inanisvoid
He is more than a hero
He is a god in my eyes--
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you--he
who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing
laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can't
speak--my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,
hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body
and I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn't far from me
Suggestor's comments:
"One of the great Greek lyrists and few known female poets of the ancient world, Sappho was born some time between 630 and 612 BC. [...] She was one of the first poets to write from the first person, describing love and loss as it affected her personally." (from sappho.com)
"One of the great Greek lyrists and few known female poets of the ancient world, Sappho was born some time between 630 and 612 BC. [...] She was one of the first poets to write from the first person, describing love and loss as it affected her personally." (from sappho.com)
- :devback-bones
Suggested by ClearSound
i met a girl once
who told me she had a boy
with a war set in the crooks of his lungs
and vocal cords, the perfect mix between
a hippie and a marxist,
with fire in his eyes the size of hammers
and coal, a manifesto of cold stares and
the distant histories of hiroshimas, nagasakis
and normandys-
words stuck on the thickest
parts of his lips, sealed in the cracks
with democracy and deity, hitlers
and stalins and mussolinis,
the pawn of the highest pedigree.
but he had his own soviets, americans
and europeans, she said:
the calluses, muscles, of his own skin-
the finest of cells of the working class,
the bone and the brittle of worth and vice,
entitlements accompanied by the ache of
the bitten, copper tongues of liberty.
If you like this poem, please the original!
Artist's comments:
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This poem was submitted March 19, 2012
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This poem was submitted March 19, 2012
back-bones, or Paige, is from the United States and has been on deviantART since Feb 28, 2008.
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PoetryToTheMasses Weekly Feature 163
Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
This is the final feature (one sooner than anticipated because apparently one of the suggested poems has been removed). I would like to once again thank everyone who has supported us in any way since we started, three whole years ago!
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- AsterGirl (https://www.deviantart.com/astergirl)
Suggested by akettleofvultures (https://www.deviantart.com/akettleofvultures)
B A M
goes the gun
no one told her to run
now her daughter
lies waiting for a mom
she doesn't know
will never come
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Artist's comments:
"i live i
PoetryToTheMasses Weekly Feature 162
Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
Each week I will feature two poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poems and the poets. One poem is from deviantART itself, and the other is not.
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There is no poem from outside dA this week as I have not received any suggestions.
- care623 (https://www.deviantart.com/care623)
Suggested by crystelclear1104 (https://www.deviantart.com/crystelclear1104)
Do you remember when we were younger?
The days were brighter.
The world was simpler.
Everything that mattered made sense.
How have things changed so much?
Do you remember those two little girls?
PoetryToTheMasses Weekly Feature 161
Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
Oh gosh, late again, I'm really sorry!
Each week I will feature two poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poems and the poets. One poem is from deviantART itself, and the other is not.
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When I am Dead, my Dearest - Christina Georgina Rosetti
Suggested by Inanisvoid (https://www.deviantart.com/inanisvoid)
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if t
PoetryToTheMasses Weekly Feature 160
Welcome to ~PoetryToTheMasses' weekly feature.
(Sorry this is late I've been so incredibly busy lately)
Each week I will feature two poem suggested by deviants with some information about the poems and the poets. One poem is from deviantART itself, and the other is not.
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Twilight Night - Christina Georgina Rossetti
Suggested by Inanisvoid (https://www.deviantart.com/inanisvoid)
I
We met, hand to hand,
We clasped hands close and fast,
As close as oak and ivy stand;
But it is past:
Come day, come night, day comes at last.
We loosed hand from hand,
We parted face from face;
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